Thursdays are always interesting days, one never knows exactly how they will turn out...
The room is warm and dark, and I can hear the water from the shower hitting the cheap plastic shower shell. My roommate is awake and getting ready for the day. The alarm on my cell phone goes off about 10 minutes later jarring me from the wonderful place between dreaming and consciousness. "Darn that stupid thing!" My arm reaches out from under the layers of perfectly coordinated blankets and comforter to pick up the offending device, flip it open and close it again. This action gives me another 10 minutes of peaceful bliss before it goes off again telling me that I should really get up and get dressed after my roomate leaves for the day and I've gotten another hour or two of sleep, I finally turn off the alarm and place the phone back on the shelf next to my bed, I grab my glasses as I sit up in bed. I hate being unable to see when I wake up. Usually I wear monthly contacts so I don't have to waste time every morning putting my contacts in.
As I look around the room I notice that the room had a lovely grey quality to it. I love the softness to the color grey, it is such a soothing color, I could almost fall back asleep, but instead I begin to smooth out my lovely orange blanket I then layer my black and tan striped comforter on top of it and fold my cream blanket an the bottom of the bed.
This is usually how things occur...I head to my computer if my roommate is in the bathroom, I have to finish my History Paper, I don't know why I insist on waiting 'til the last minute to complete things like this but... so I sit down at my Macbook Pro and begin typing, I am trying to add more length to a subject which I believe to be exausted already. I like to write concisely, short, sweet and to the point. I sit there at my computer finishing this paper as my roommate gets dressed and leaves. I am finally to a point where I am satisfied with my work and it meets the desired length requirements of the assignment so I get up and go to my closet and pick out an outfit consisting of simple elements; my favorite pair of dark jeans, a black cami, a seafoam green basic scoopneck tee and my brown microfiber boots,it was pretty nice. I grabbed a pair of socks and then head to the bathroom to take an exceptionally hot shower [its winter,and I get cold!] and then get dressed. I noticed that I was kind of running behing schedule but I've still not eaten, nor have I printed my paper. The printer in the Computer Lab was out of paper and not working, I message Margarite to see if she could print it on her computer, but her roommate had used all of the ink in her printer. so after a few minutes of conferring with her I decide to make my self some pancakes and just go to the Michigan building and print it out there on my way to class, I was walking through the Museum anyway so I'd be going right by it.
I was walking in the rain, it was so misty and cool. I could have hated it, as I do most adverse weather, but maybe it was the fact that everything was so grey and clean feeling, I just loved it! not the getting wet part, just the being... Its hard to explain.
I walked into the school building, up the stairs past the media center and into the pitch-black Auditorium it was so strange that 30 minutes before class, the room would be filled with three glowing computer screens and a couple of students lounging in their chairs at the back of the room. I carefully make my way along the back aisle of the room and down the stairs on the far side of the room and take a seat midway down the staircase placing my computer bag on the floor I remove my overly insulated jacket, put my feet on the chair in front of me lean back and close my eyes, just basking in the fact that I am sitting in this comepletely dark room with nothing to do. I love that feeling, but only every once in awhile. Not to worry, it didn't last long.
The instructor came, the lights went up and Margarite joined me. I was already set to turn in my writing assignment and I really just wanted to leave. The ArcheWorks discussion the night before had drained me of all my energy and intellectual thought processes. Margarite was stressing about a test for one of her design classes, we turned in our papers and after Margarite called her instructor for advice, we picked up our stuff from the Auditorium and left, we weren't getting anything productive accomplished. Margarite headed for the library and I went to my room to make food, I had to be In the woodshop by 5pm and I wanted real food! so I ate and then got to sleep for an hour or so before I got up, threw on a 3/4' sweater shirt over my sea foam green shirt, grabbed my bag and jacket and headed off to work.... earlier I'd checked my mail and gotten my RA letter,the school offered me a SPA position for the summer instead of the RA position I actually applied for, I decided that it was probably a good thing since Margarite wanted to get an apartment in the fall and I want to thow dinner parties and stuff without having to check them into my building. Anyway, that's for later.
I was ready to go to work, it is always so funny to work on Thursday nights because its just me and "the guys" Mat, Patrick and yesterday Andrew too. Andrew was there stressing over his Furniture project on the computer, Patrick was off doing his own thing and Matt would periodically pop in to talk to Andrew or me about nothing in particular.
In the hour after I get to work it is always a mad house, because Brian and Carol are still around, and Matt is usually coming in. Well, not 2 min after I walk in the door today I am drawn into an inquiry of how I'm doing, how my day went, if I'm working etc...by a particular student and then asked to help them decide what to do with the rest of their evening, Like I can decide for someone else what they should do. Oh well... I'll never get bored if I'm continually asked strange questons and get to sit in the shop critiquing and talking to people while I attempt to get them what they need. Thursday was filled with many more interesting things, but I've talked too much already, so I'm going to sleep and get some work done tomorrow [Tomorrow being Saturday, since I'm writng this on friday, which I will have to describe, only because it was so wonderful]
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